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wednesday can feel the bags under her eyes. heavy and dark. guess that’s what she gets after staying up all night.
despite the lack of sleep, she’s never felt more alive. she’s going to confront her today. she is going to prove her theory right.
- - -
enid is trying her hardest to be quiet while following wednesday from the trees. she knows that wednesday knows.
she knows that she knows what enid is, she knows that she’s following her.
suddenly the homocidal menace stops in a clearing, “you’re impossibly fast..and strong”
enids ears almost start ringing from the sudden noise, she takes this as an opportunity to officially announce herself, “your skin is pale white and ice cold”
wednesday lets out a small scoff, “your eyes change color.”
“sometimes you speak like you’re from a different time” she replies, dropping down from her position in the tree and walking behind wednesday
“you never eat or drink anything, you don’t go out in the moonlight” the (very pretty :) ) monotone and monochrome girl let’s out a shaky breathe,‘maybe having three quads on ice before this wasnt a good idea, my heartbeat is faster than a freshly oiled guillotine’ she thinks to herself. “how old are you.”
“?? sixteen”
“…how long have you been sixteen”
“like…” she starts counting on her fingers “four months? june..july..augu- yeah! four months :)”
there’s a pause. wednesday can’t wait any longer, she has to know. “i know what you are.”
“say it. out loud.”
“…”
“say it.”
“l…lycanthrope.”
the blonde girl lets out a HUGE relieved breathe “OH THANK GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA SAY LESBIAN. I THOUGHT YOU FOUND OUT I HAD A CRUSH ON YOU. THAT WAS HORRIFYING.”
the 5’1 skrimblo has no idea what to say. she’s speechless. what the fuck just happened. she whirls around to face the blonde bimbo golden retriever
“WELL- OK YEAH, I AM A WEREWOLF BY THE WAY!! LIKE YOU WERE TOTES RIGHT AND EVERYTHING !!!”
no words come out of our dearly beloved walking transylvaniain period piece, she simply turns toward the way she came and walks
“wait where are you going :(( “
the emo wendy’s mascot bends down, picks up a stick, and throws it, “fetch.”
enids eyes dilate, she feels her mind go blank, every molecule in her body pulls her toward that stick. she forgets about wednesday. she’s going to get that stick if it’s the last thing she does.
wednesday BOOKS it out of there. she’s not afraid of hydes, werewolves, algebra class, the dark, spiders, taxes, death, growing up, gay people, politics, bugs, balloons, or even enid herself.
but…
she was horrified.
of feelings.
- - -
wednesday was hiding in her walk-in closet, dreading the sounds of footsteps on the stairs, up to her and enids dorm, the sound of the door unlocking and someone coming in.
“ROOMIE!!! I GOT THE STICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!….are you scared?”
ah shit, it was enid. she gets up, brushes herself off, and takes a deep breath. an addams never runs from fear. “no.”